Saur
Saur's eye visibly twitched at Fleur's nonchalant response. Her words were clearly not going over well for him. "First and foremost, if somebody needed to go off and get a lay of the land, I hardly think you're the most qualified," the crimson Kobold muttered...as he began to feel a heat rise in his chest, as his anger began to rise. And thus, a mini rant-slash-lecture began to get rambled from his maw, going until he was either finished or interrupted. "And besides that, do you somehow think you're the only one here who came here for the purpose this school preaches? My entire purpose for even being in this foreign land in the first place is to figure out this latent dragon magic that's apparently inside me! Yet for whatever reason, you seem convinced that you're somehow better than us and above the tasks that we're being instructed to perform!? I assure you, I would love nothing more than to hurry and learn about magic so I can return abroad and resume serving my clan. But we must follow the orders of our superiors in order to get to that point."
Finally, his sudden fit of anger seemed to be subsiding and his tail no longer lashed about. The kobold huffed and turned his attention back up to the sky again, scowling. "...I do have to cede to the point of time, however," Saur admitted. "I will let this matter slide for now. Especially if I'm going to take a little bit of extra time to track down that baker and make up for ruining his morning's work." He paused for a moment, turning to look back up at the rest of the group again. "If there's any interest in assistance in this matter to be offered to help restore our group's reputation, I will accept it. Otherwise, I shall take care of the matter myself and meet up with the rest of you afterward."